Konoha's Four Flowers All Want a Piece of the Action

"Boss, isn't he just some nobody? What's there to be afraid of?"

One of Little Fatty's companions recognized Mo Chen and said with a fierce expression, "Yesterday he just caught us off guard and ambushed us. Are the four of us really afraid of him?"

"That's right!" another chimed in, "He's just a bit stronger, nothing to be impressed by."

Little Fatty thought this made a lot of sense.

They had four people here, all seasoned fighters. The advantage was theirs!

"You're right!" Little Fatty stood up with effort, but the pain from his injuries made him grimace.

Still, he couldn't bother with that now. He waved his hand, "Don't mind me, you guys. Attack him together! How dare he put on airs in front of this great me? Teach him a good lesson, and today I'll show him why the flowers are so red!"

"Yes, Boss!"

"No problem, Boss!"

Little Fatty's three companions immediately responded loudly, leaving him behind and walking towards Mo Chen with sinister grins.

Yesterday was just a sudden incident, and they had been scared by Mo Chen's beast-like aura.

The more they thought about it afterward, the angrier they became. They refused to admit they were cowards.

They had already been planning to find another opportunity to get revenge, and now Mo Chen had walked right into their trap. They wouldn't hold back!

"Ouch! You bastards!" Little Fatty lost his balance and fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

But at this moment, his subordinates' attention was all on Mo Chen, and they paid him no mind.

"Brat, you walked right into hell when there was a clear path to heaven. This is all your fault!"

"Since the boss ordered it, it's useless even if you kneel and call me grandpa now. Just stand still and let us beat you. If you cooperate, I might go easy on you."

"You're unlucky to fall into our hands. Yesterday I went from the east street all the way to the west street. No one around here dares to defy me. You little punk, how dare you provoke my boss."

The three men approached Mo Chen with fierce expressions, spewing threats.

Clearly, they wanted Mo Chen to feel the tension of their oppressive aura before they even laid a hand on him.

Mo Chen really wanted to ask the third guy if his eyes were dry, but he decided against wasting too much time on them.

"Too much nonsense. This is my stage now, who asked you to add drama?!"

Mo Chen flashed forward and instantly appeared between the three of them, then—

Slap, slap, slap!!

Three loud slaps echoed, accompanied by screams. Little Fatty's three subordinates were sent flying, landing one on top of the other, crushing Little Fatty.

"Aow! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Little Fatty, pinned at the bottom, screamed even more miserably than his subordinates.

Unfortunately, each of them had taken a slap from Mo Chen. Their heads were ringing, and they couldn't recover for a long time, unable to get up.

When the three of them slowly came to their senses and remembered their boss, Little Fatty's eyes had rolled back, and he was foaming at the mouth, having fainted from the pain.

"Boss!!" the three of them cried out in panic, their faces changing drastically.

"Kid, stay put and don't move! We'll deal with you later!"

"We'll take our boss to the hospital first, then come back for a fair fight. Don't run away."

"Ah, right, exactly!"

Two of them grabbed Little Fatty, one on each side, and prepared to flee. The last one hesitated for a moment before following closely behind.

Swish!

Mo Chen flashed again, blocking their path. He was idly playing with a Kunai in his hand.

"Merciful hero!"

"We'll never dare again!"

The two carrying Little Fatty immediately knelt on the ground without hesitation, pinching their ears to show they were "being good and begging for mercy."

The remaining one was a beat slower, but quickly followed suit and knelt down.

"Awooo!!"

Little Fatty fell to the ground with a thump, waking up from the pain and crying out loudly.

"Alright, shut up, all of you!" Mo Chen held the Kunai to Little Fatty's neck.

The cold touch and chilling killing intent made Little Fatty shiver and instantly fall silent.

"You've caused me trouble twice!" Mo Chen raised an eyebrow. "I need to settle this score with you!"

"……"

Little Fatty and his three subordinates had a lot of unspoken thoughts they wanted to vent, but they didn't dare.

"So, hand over everything valuable you have. It's robbery time!" Mo Chen pressed the Kunai forward, and a bloody gash appeared on Little Fatty's neck.

"Don't kill me, I'll give it! I'll give it!" Little Fatty was so scared he was about to wet himself. He quickly shouted, "Didn't you hear this brother… oh no, this lord, didn't you hear this lord? Hurry up and hand over all the money."

Soon, a pile of miscellaneous items appeared on the ground.

"This little bit of money isn't enough to buy your lives!" Mo Chen glanced at it with slight disdain.

The value was barely around one thousand ryo, how pathetic.

He was serious about robbing them!

After all, he was an orphan with no parents, and his future was his future, but right now he was indeed a bit short on cash.

Although he could ask Yamato or the Third Hokage for it, and they would definitely give it to him.

But how could that compare to earning money with his own hands?

"Sir, we really don't have any more!" Little Fatty pleaded with a pained expression, on the verge of tears.

If they had money, why would they be street bums?

"I don't care about that, it has nothing to do with me!" Mo Chen said fiercely, "You're a total of four people, I'm charging ten thousand ryo per head, and you, Little Fatty, count as two, so that's fifty thousand ryo in total!"

"I'll give you three days to deliver the money to my house, or face the consequences!"

"Of course, you could also choose to move away and make it so I can't find you. But don't say I didn't warn you, I'm a favorite of the Third Hokage right now and will soon be joining the Anbu. By then... Hmph!"

Mo Chen let out a cold laugh, put away his kunai, and turned to leave.

This was just a small act of venting for what happened yesterday.

As for whether they would actually send the money, Mo Chen wasn't particularly concerned.

Even if they didn't, he wouldn't actively seek them out.

Of course, if he ran into them again someday, they would still be out of luck.

What Mo Chen didn't expect was that Little Fatty and the others were indeed cowards. They then staked out lone passersby in the dark corners of the village and robbed them, only to be arrested by the Anbu that very night and thrown into prison.

After receiving the news, the Third Hokage sent someone to deliver a hundred thousand ryo in bank notes to Mo Chen.

This development was indeed beyond Mo Chen's expectations and confirmed his standing in the Third Hokage's eyes.

After casually teaching these minor characters a lesson, Mo Chen quickly forgot about the matter.

When he returned home, Tenten was already waiting for him.

Oh, wait, it wasn't just Tenten; Konoha's Four Flowers had all arrived.

Mo Chen had given Tenten a key for her convenience in cleaning his place.

The four of them clearly hadn't been there long. Tenten and Hinata were cleaning, while Sakura and Ino were busy in the kitchen.

Because of their arguing, Mo Chen could hear them from the entrance, so he knew the two of them were inside without even needing to go in.

Clearly, they all wanted to curry favor with Mo Chen, even the outwardly tsundere Sakura was no exception.

Mo Chen chuckled inwardly, but it was a shame they were just little buds. Otherwise, he would have definitely